Chasing a Highland Moon: Book 3 of The Highland Moon Series

Scotland's history, foods, customs, dress, etc, are woven throughout my Highland Moon Series, and I hope I've succeeded in showing my readers a wee bit of Scotland's past.

 My new release, "Chasing a Highland Moon" book 3, is the story of  the handsome Laird of Dunvegan Castle, Cinead MacLeod, or "Cin" for short,  and Lady Claire Cameron. Claire is posing as a servant called Jenny, at Dunvegan and the attraction between the two is undeniable. Here is an excerpt from "Chasing a Highland Moon":

The following morning, balancing a stack of platters from the morning meal, Claire left the great hall and headed for the stairs leading down to the kitchen. On the landing, a movement outside the window caught her eye and she stopped to look.
Cin led his horse out of the stables, and swung onto his back, then rode out across the frosty moor. The wind whipped the horse's mane and Cin's long hair about, he and the animal seemingly one, as Cin urged him faster and faster. The sight near stole her breath away. How could she bear to never see him again? Tears welled up in her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away.
"He's a bonny lad, to be sure," Mistress Murray said from behind Claire, startling her.
She turned around to find an odd smile on the woman's face as she looked out the window past Claire.
"Aye," she whispered, heat rising in her face at being caught spying on the laird. She hurried down the stairs with the platters.
A short while later, Claire was on her way back from taking two buckets of leavings to the midden pile near the stables, when Cin returned from his ride. He saw her, and a grin spread across his face, lifting her spirits as always.
He drew his horse up a few feet away. "Morn, Jenny."
His handsome smile was contagious. "Morn, laird," Claire said, with a smile of her own. Her gaze traveled over the horse. "He's beautiful." She took a couple of steps toward the stallion, but stopped when he whinnied and tossed his massive head.
"Gabh socair. Calm yourself." He patted the horse's thick neck. "The wee lass means you no
harm," he said, his eyes never leaving her face. "You may touch him, if you wish."
Claire stepped closer and gently stroked the horse's velvety nose. "Ye're a handsome lad, Shadowmere."
"You ken his name." The fact that she did both surprised and pleased him.
"When I first arrived here, I was near the stables when ye rode out. I asked Jamie, the stable lad, what the horse was called."
"I see," he said, watching her delicate fingers stroke the horse, aching for her touch upon his own skin. "Do you wish a ride?"
She shook her head. "Oh, I cannae, m'laird." Her eyes were bright with excitement.
"Of course you can."
"What about Mistress Murray? She will skin me alive for neglecting my duties."
"Let me handle Mistress Murray." He leaned over and held out his arms. "Grab hold of my wrists."
She did as he asked and he pulled her into the saddle. She settled her hips between his thighs, igniting a flame of desire. He slipped an arm around her small waist, and pointed the horse once again in the direction of the moor.
Jenny held onto the saddle with both hands, as they raced across the frozen ground, her laughter filling his heart to near bursting with joy.
He swallowed hard and drew her back against his chest, savoring the intoxicating feel of her in his arms. "I want to show you something." He turned the horse and they raced along the cliffs high above the sea. Cin brought Shadowmere to a stop a few feet from the edge. This was the place where he had sought solstice as a child, and still did at times. He did not know why he wanted Jenny to see it, but he did.
"Oh, Cin." His name fell from her lips in a breathless whisper, and his heart skipped a beat.
"'Tis so beautiful," she said, her gaze on the scene before her. "I could stay here for the remainder of my days and never tire of looking at the mountains and sea before me."
Her words pleased him, filled an empty place in his soul. He slipped his finger beneath her chin and tilted her face toward his, then he kissed her, kissed her in a way he had never kissed a woman—with love. Cin had finally admitted it to himself. He was in love with Jenny.
Her lips parted and he growled against her mouth. Cin tasted her, feeding a hunger that, until Jenny came along, he had not even known existed. He lifted his head and looked into her dark eyes, surprised by the play of emotion he saw there. "I care for you, Jenny, and want you more than I have ever wanted anything."
He swallowed hard, and she realized how difficult it had been for him to expose himself to her in such an open manner. Before, when he had kissed her, she had fled. This time, she would not. "Then ye shall have me," she whispered.
He kissed her again, then turned the horse toward Dunvegan. "Tonight, I will come for you." He kissed the top of her head.
They rode back in silence, but the words that hung unspoken between them spoke volumes. Tonight, I will come for you. 

I hope you've enjoyed reading about my new release!


Need vs Want

Have you ever been pulled and tugged and pushed to fill a want when you know you have other needs you need to fulfill first? Like…obligations?

I am behind on word count. It’s a need. I need to get 5700 words done today on She-Wolf. I need to work on a bear and get it finished this weekend so I can ship it on Monday. Those are deadline needs.

But I also needed to vacuum and mop the floors. And dust. I did the floors, and some of the dusting. I also washed all the puppies’ bedding, towels I used on them, etc. I have too many needs.

Tanner the Hunter
Tanner the Hunter

Then there are the darn wants. I’m usually good about fulfilling needs first, then wants as a treat, just like if the puppies do what they’re supposed to, they get their treats. :)

So, I started watching Outlander. I bought the tape. Can’t get it on my limited channels and I’ve done the free premium channels for 3 mos and rarely ever watch them. But while working on the bears, I’ll watch a movie. And I’m hooked. And I want to watch more. Love anything that’s historical, love time travel. Love the Highlands. So enjoying so far. And I want to watch more of it. I could fulfill a need while I do so–make up the remaining bear for the  order.

But, I have to get my word count. And that’s nagging at me. So first the writing, and then the bear. But I also want to play Dragonage Inquisition. RPGs are really addictive. I’m goal oriented. I want to solve quests, fulfill missions, take down the bad guys, rescue the good guys. I work long hours on writing and promoting. I enjoy it, but I also need a break from it–I tell myself, just to go and fight monsters, etc. :)

Again, I tell myself–yes, you can. You can play all day long! IF you get your word count. *sigh*
So I have to post another blog [need] and then after that? I’ll play my game for a while, then stop and watch the movie and work on the bear some more.

But what I really want to do is skip writing and play the game.

Writing prevails. I write 2500 words a day, but as you can see with needing 5700 today, I’m behind.

Off to write another blog and see what wins out. Writing? Or…..Gaming.

I have to say that some of the reason I’m not getting tons of word count is that I’m getting closer to the end. I have to wrap up loose ends and figure out how I’m going to end it, how I’m going to get the hero and heroine to say I do without it sounding like any of the other books. So that means lots of thinking…

Have a super great day!
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Exercise Your Mind

Everyone knows that exercise is important in keeping you healthy. But how do you work out several times a week without exercise getting boring?

You try something completely different.

Like exercising your body AND your mind with the centuries-old Chinese martial art of Tai Chi. 

I’ll bet you don’t think of Tai Chi as a martial art, do you? With its slow, flowing, graceful rhythms, it’s hard to imagine fending off an attack with a mere wave of your hand. But… remember The Karate Kid?  Wax on, wax off?  Daniel was actually learning karate from Mr. Miyagi while cleaning the old master’s car.

It’s the same with Tai Chi. Sped up, the moves could knock an opponent on his ass.

So I decided to give it a try. Hey, it doesn’t hurt to combine exercise with self-defense training for a girl, does it?

I’ve started with the 24 form. The moves are memorable: the wild horse waves its mane; the white crane spreads its wings; drive the monkeys away; grasp the bird by its tail; wave hands like clouds; stroke the horse from above; play the pipa; the fair lady works the shuttle; needle to the bottom of the sea.

Those are fanciful names, but there are also the more obvious ones: boxing the opponent’s ears with both fists, punching and kicking.

Breathing is also an important part of Tai Chi. And when you concentrate on breathing as you move, a funny thing happens. You go into a zone, a kind of trance. Your eyes, your mind, your body, your breath all focus on what you’re doing. It’s a kind of meditation. And it’s incredibly relaxing even as you’re strengthening muscles and bones.

I’ve had some of my most creative ideas for books in the moments after a Tai Chi class ends. Because when your mind clears, there’s more room for creative inspiration.

If you’re a writer, author, or someone just looking to shake up your exercise routine, I’d recommend Tai Chi. Anyone who’s read my thinly-veiled contemporary romance Fear Of Flying know how much “breathing” has helped me during takeoffs, landings and airplane turbulence!

How about you? How do you shake up your exercise routine?


Books No Matter How

Let's talk about books for just a minute. I love them, and it doesn't matter what format they come in. I'm addicted helplessly to the written word, both reading and writing it, and I'm very happy with this predicament.

I mention this because two of my friends were arguing about audio books. One drives several miles for work and depends on them. The other can't bring herself to read an e-book or listen to an audio book because she loves to cuddle up with "the real thing."

What is the real thing? That's what I asked, because I'll pretty much read anything in any form that I can get my hands on. Truth be told, I think people like me have built the Internet because anything with text is fodder for our desperate need for words. I remember one time when I was in the tub soaking because I was suffering from stiffness produced by working out. I needed to stay in the healing waters for just a while longer; however, I was bored, so I read the instructions on the shampoo bottle. And then I read the instructions on the conditioner.

This is not unusual for me. Reading is reading, and when I need a word hit, I need one. Any EXIT sign will do. I might thoroughly read the directions for baking cookies, but never bake them, if the recipe is lying around while I'm waiting on my toast to pop up.

Am I the only person this addicted to words? I don't think so, but after my friends' argument, I began to wonder. What about you? Do you reading anything you can get your hands--or ears--on? Please do share.

Happy Reading,

Signs of Spring

 Many parts of the country have had a long and rough winter. Ours was worse than normal too. It's nice to see these spring flowers finally blooming!

Anemone (windflower)

Pulmonaria (lungwort)


Even the goldfish in the pond think it's spring and want to eat.



Dutch iris


Dutch iris

Hope you've enjoyed this little glimpse of spring.

My Wild Highlander has received several great reviews! Here is a snippet of one from Eileen:
I absolutely adored Lady Angelique with her reactions about events around her, her fighting spirit to stand up to what she believes, and her absolute belief her husband-to-be was nothing more than a skirt lifter, lecher and debaucher, dallying with women at court. She could not abide sharing a bed with him, a barbaric Scot of the Highlands.Narrator Andrew Bryan's excels in dialog. I love the smooth baritone voice of Lachlan. He did a superb job with Angelique's voice, depicting her very French side. Her English had a strong French accent, in addition to speaking French in dialog.
Available at Amazon, Audible and iTunes.

A Stop at the Beach

If you've followed my posts here over the years, you know that I love the beach. I've just spent the past five months in Florida, and except for a few minutes on the sand in Key West, I haven't made it to the beach. So on our way north, we stopped at Fort Clinch State Park, on Amelia Island, just north of Jacksonville. We explored the remains of the Civil-War-era fort. If I was a historical romance author, I could have come up with many plot bunnies as I stood on the ramparts and gazed out at Cumberland Sound and the Amelia River and the Atlantic Ocean. Then, even though it was a cool, overcast day, we then hit the beaches!

There is much more to enjoy at Fort Clinch State Park. There are two small campgrounds, one on the Atlantic Ocean, the other along the Amelia River. There is a six mile hiking/bicycling trail I can't wait to come back and try. If you enjoy fishing, there is a long fishing pier and if you like bird watching, there's plenty of that available too.

And if you'd like a little taste of the beach and you can't get to Florida right now, you could check out my recent release, The Cottage Next Door, available now.


Escargot...on the lamb...

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Do you ever notice the small things in life? The dewdrops on the grass? The snail slithering around?

Who would ever have thought taking puppies out for a bathroom break would yield such treasures?

Anyone for escargot?

He’s the one that got away.

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Happy Saturday!!!

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Cell Phones Ahoy

So I'm planning a cruise. My husband doesn't know about it. My cat doesn't know about it. However, I'm pretty into it. That means that I'm getting all the prices and arrangements and everything I need to casually say to my husband, "So, if you want to take a cruise..."

I blame spring fever. It's crazy this year. We've had a hard winter in my neck of the woods, and everyone is anxious for some warmth.  So much so that they are wearing shorts when it's only 40 degrees. Me? I'm spending my time finding ways to make it easy for my husband to say "Yes!" to any one of my ingenious schemes, all of which include getting on a really big boat that sails to parts sunny.

I guess that spring does that to us. It makes us believe that the impossible is possible. And for me that possible is spending time on a floating hotel where I can't get cell phone reception or anything technologically that will stress me out.

What about you? What is your perfect vacation? It's spring and time to start thinking about a little sunny relaxation. Please do share. :)

Happy Reading,

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Back In the Old Routine

The past five months have been a roller coaster ride. A mixture of good and bad. Highs and lows. Laughter and tears. And before I come up with any other cliches, let me say I know that's life in a nutshell. (Another cliche, I know. Please forgive me) I haven't done much writing during this past few months, my brain and body had enough to handle with my father's medical emergency and my mother's need for help, so some of my skills may be a little rusty. I know I've neglected this blog, and I apologize for often leaving Mondays empty. But that's changing.

Not the roller coaster ride, I'm sure life in general will take care of that. But we've gone from the doctor asking us if we want to sign a DNR, to seeing my dad riding his bicycle around the RV park. He doesn't remember being so sick, but the rest of us do, and we try not to get frustrated when he complains about the things he can't do. He still needs to gain weight but he's made remarkable progress. So...

Hubby and I will be packing up the fifth wheel at the end of the week and leaving Florida! Here again is a mixed bag. I've enjoyed spending the winter in warm south central Florida. I sympathized with family and friends as they time and again dealt with more snow and cold than a typical winter, and I was glad I wasn't dealing with that. We're going to take our time driving up, so we hope the roads will be dry and the driveway clear for the RV. But I miss my family and friends. The little guy will be almost two and a half by the time I get home. It will be baby shower time for my daughter-in-law. I'll be able to catch up with friends. In that way, I hope we can get home as soon as possible.

I'm ready. Ready to get back to the old routine.

Back to see my kids and play with the little guy. Back to my house with the lake view (I wonder if the ice will be off or breaking up when we get back) Back to my office and big monitor. Back to writing regular blog posts and more romances I hope readers will fall in love with. But next winter, you can see me escaping the cold for FL again. Yes, I will be a snowbird, with no apologies.

And as a former barbershopper, I couldn't resist:

The Cottage Next Door
Her Royal Masquerade
Playing for Real

Sold to Tantor! Again!

Exciting News!!! Savage Hunger is already in audiobook. Jaguar Fever is being narrated now. And Sourcebooks Casablanca just sold the rights to Tantor for Jaguar Hunt! So they should be up next! :) <3 Now, just need them to pick up Jaguar Pride!…/Romance/Savage-Hunger-A…/B00NAGI2KQHeart of the Jaguar Series Collage

Savage Hunger (Book 1) B&N Amazon Chapters Indigo Kobo IndieBound Jaguar Fever(Book 2) Amazon Barnes and Noble Books-a-Million Indigo/Chapters IndieBound Discover a New Love Sourcebooks Kobo
Jaguar Hunt (Book 3)
Jaguar Pride (Book 4)
Have a super Saturday! Back to the world of wolves! :) She-Wolf is the 2nd book of the 4 book contract. If I have time, I'm supposed to write the Wolf in Billionaire's Clothing. And then Jaguar Jingle Bells. They're all on the schedule, but my editor wants Jaguar Jingle Bells no matter what if I fall behind for some reason. :)
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Life Happens

Writing is not a full time occupation, at least not for most authors. Most of us don’t have that luxury. We have to juggle day jobs, our own families, sometimes elderly parents, outside commitments or events, all while trying to steal a few precious minutes to work on our books. (Usually it’s in the dead of night when everyone else is asleep.)

Can you tell I need to vent today?

Sometimes writing is just impossible. I came close to strangling my husband last weekend when he said to me, ‘Hey honey, we don’t have to be at my boss’s annual BBQ bash for an hour yet. Go write.’


The muse can’t be summoned at your whim. An author needs time to unwind from real life, block out the world and looming life deadlines (like that mandatory BBQ bash) and get into the “zone” of writing the story. I need to submerse myself in my fictional world, enter that magical door and look around. That’s the ‘Oh yeah, I remember this!’ moment when we can finally start to write.
That moment doesn’t come easily.

Just now, my husband ran out the door saying, ‘I’m going to see my dad. Be back in an hour. Then we really have to start working on our income taxes.’

Crap! Instead of screaming, I sat down to write. But then I realized I had this blog to finish (another deadline) before I could concentrate on my latest futuristic romance, Programmed For Power, book three in my Tau Cetus Chronicles.  So I guess Theus, the powerful premier of Tau Cetus, will just have to wait.

And I don’t like to make him wait.

Sometimes I fantasize about divorce. Having all my time be my own. Having time to write, to do what I want to do, not what everyone else needs me to do.

Then I realize that fiction might be my passion, but family is my priority.

And that’s as it should be.

Still, sometimes I’m reminded of that old saying, “Sometimes I just sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.”

Oh, for the luxury of just being able to sit and do nothing!!!

Nah, I’d probably be bored out of my mind.

Sigh. Life happens. But I guess that’s what makes it so interesting.

Until next month,

Zombies, Nudists, and Antarctica

I’m not obsessed with zombies. Really. I’m obsessed with the idea that in one strange moment I could go from being in a snit about the weather to terrified that I can’t get out of the house because the yard is filled with the undead.

Yes, I watch too much TV.

But you have to admit that it’s fascinating to think about what would happen if cyborgs invaded your favorite restaurant mid-entrĂ©e or if aliens took over your favorite work-out place while you’re sweating on the treadmill. I think of this often, which is why I never miss a chance to tell my DH or any family member that I love him/her, just in case the zombies come and I’m stuck in traffic trying to get back from lunch and never see them again because the vampire hordes took over.

My latest concern about the zombie/cyborg/alien/whatever-else-will-keep-me-awake-at-night apocalypse stems from my nudist tendencies. I don’t like clothes. Never have and never will. So, consequently, I go without them whenever possible. I sleep naked whenever possible, which thrills my DH to no end, but doesn’t bode well for sudden emergencies such as fires, tornadoes, invading stampedes of possessed toy dolls, etc. Yes, I keep my skivvies by the bedside, but when the wave of the flesh-munchers invades, will I be able to get dressed in time to make a run for it? What if I can’t? How long can I survive without clothing in a world where I must face the creepiest of creepies mano y mano or risk a no-win tussle with the elements?

I think of these things and just when I convince myself that, yes, even with my naked ways I could probably figure out a way to survive the onslaught of zombies, I get on Yahoo and all my best mental pep talks are ruined.

For example, the other day I found an article about a hypothetical situation in which a virus caused a zombie apocalypse. The article asserted that movies portray the spread of the disease illogically, because although a virus would spread rampantly through a city with millions of people, it would slow down as the population grew sparser. And the population grows sparser when it moves toward cooler climates. The article touted Glacier State Park as a really good location to avoid the worst of the zombie invasion.


Do you know how cold glaciers are? It’s not like you can wear tank tops and sundresses and hang out on a glacier. Therefore, my interpretation of this is that…

I’m screwed.

If I continue in my anti-clothing ways, I’m never going to make it to the non-zombie camp in Antarctica or even to the slightly colder regions of the US (Heaven knows my region is cold enough). In other words, if I want to live past the first wave of those-who-want-to-chew-my-bones, I need to have clothing at the ready at all points in time. That, I feel, puts a definite cramp in my style, given “clothing at the ready” for me means possibly a T-shirt by my bedside.

I suppose I shouldn’t worry about it, but I do. However, I turn it into something positive. I think about what a great story it would make: a nudist colony fighting an attack by zombies on the hunt for human flesh. Who would win? How hard would the nudists fight for their right to stay naked no matter what?

I know I’d fight pretty hard, but that’s just me. And that’s enough of this post for right now. I’m off to work on my next story, which is about—you guessed it—a nudist colony. Can’t wait to finish the fifth chapter. Will post an excerpt soon.

Happy Reading!

Dunvegan Castle's Gardens

With spring just around the corner, I'm inspired to share some pics with you from some of Scotland's most beautiful gardens. Today's is about the gardens at Dunvegan Castle.

Flowers growing in the old walls.

 A walk through Dunvegan's gardens is a real treat for the senses. There are trails through the cool, shady woods. And you will walk over picturesque bridges surrounded by flowers. The fragrances are wonderful. You will hear the waterfall long before you see it. It is enchanting.

These gardens were originally designed and planted in the 1700s and were also replanted over the years.

A lot of the Isle of Sky is beautiful barren moorland an rocky hills which makes this lush garden a surprising oasis. In addition to Dunvegan's gardeners, a major help to the plants here is the Gulf Stream which warms the site.

Lupines and other plants before the beautiful old stone walls and benches.

A long gravel path in one of the formal gardens.

Benches are scattered about in the center so you can rest from your walk.

Red lupines and columbines.

Blue lupines.

Columbines and lupines.

Catmint in front of the old stone wall.

The water garden.

A closer view of the waterfall.
I hope you've enjoyed this visit to Dunvegan's beautiful gardens. :)

Kissing the Highlander contains 5 fun, romantic and action-packed Highland stories from bestselling, award-winning authors.

His Wild Highland Lass by Terry Spear 

Lady Sorcha Barclay fled her brother-in-law's castle because of his unwanted advances. An awe-inspiring circle of standing stones captures her attention and she captures the attention of the laird who owns the land. 

Laird Ronan Daziel takes Sorcha to his castle to protect her and give her a home. Before long, he wants much more. He's duty-bound to take a wife whose clan wishes an alliance with his. So why does he long to have something more? Everyone loves the lass as much as he does. But he has pledged his loyalty to his clan. Taking Sorcha to wife could lead to battle on several fronts. How can he wed another when she stole his heart from the first moment he laid eyes on her near the ancient standing stones on his lands? 

The Highlander's Charm by Eliza Knight 

They should be enemies… But passion and love know no bounds. 

Returning from battle to England, Samuel de Mowbray discovers that his two younger sisters have been stolen by Highlanders. Determined to save them from vicious warriors, he convinces the king to send him north. While there, he discovers that his loyalties are wavering and that a headstrong, feisty lass could destroy everything he believes. 

Catriona Buchanan must travel north to ask for help in saving her brother and ridding her castle of brutal English knights. Unfortunately, to do so, she must trust in the thing she mistrusts the most—an Englishman. Minute by minute, the man who should be her enemy breaks down her defenses. There is something different about him and she can’t help but be captivated by Samuel, and his steamy kisses. 

Heart of Stone by Willa Blair 

Riding home after two years away, Gavan MacNabb encounters a lass and her deerhound in a moonlit circle of standing stones. Little does he know the garland of bluebells she weaves and the spell she sings will change the course of his life. 

Marsali Murray doesn’t really believe the old wives’ tale that making a chain of bluebells by the standing stones under a waxing moon will bring true love, but she’s desperate to try anything to escape the boring, everlasting sameness of her life. 

Gavan has already seen much of the world denied to Marsali. He’s ready to settle down. She is eager to spread her wings. Can they find what they need with each other? 

Kilts and Kisses by Victoria Roberts 

Since the deaths of her parents, Ceana Gunn has lived in the shadow of her uncle and his family. She wants nothing more than to see her clan the way it was when her father was still laird. But her uncle has other ideas. Ceana soon discovers that the only refuge to be found is in the last place she expects—the arms of her enemy. 

Luthais MacKay wants to be left alone. His only interest is training his prized hawks. He certainly doesn’t have time to listen to the petty squabbling of his clan when his father travels to Edinburgh and leaves him in charge. But when Luthais discovers a mysterious woman on his lands, he’s determined to unravel her secrets…one layer at a time. 

My Captive Highlander by Vonda Sinclair 

Can unexpected passion and a little ancient magic turn enemies into lovers? 

During a fierce storm on the west coast of Scotland, Shamus MacKenzie barely survives a galley wreck only to be captured and held for ransom by the enemy MacDonalds. Aided by the gift of second sight, Maili MacDonald, sister of the ruthless chief, senses the handsome, dark-haired stranger will somehow be important in her life. Compelled to help him, she insists on providing him food and a healer to see to his injuries. She knows she is daft to fall in love with this captivating warrior after one forbidden kiss but cannot help herself. With each visit from Maili, Shamus finds his thoughts consumed by the enchanting lass. Can he convince her to help him escape the dungeon and prevent the impending battle between the two clans? 

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